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Treasure in the Mail

The postal service has been good to me this week.

One of the things about being an author that I’m still coming to terms with is all the awesome books I get for free, often in advance of their on-sale dates. Some of these are my own work, and that’s to be expected, but my publishers will also send me pretty much any book of theirs I ask for. Sometimes, like when Naomi Novik or Terry Brooks has a new book coming out, I’ll put in a request for an advance copy, but I don’t like to take advantage in general, and still buy a lot of books. But more and more, I don’t need to. One time I told my UK editor I liked the new Robin Hobb covers for her Farseer Trilogy, but that I hadn’t read them. A week later a box brimming with Hobb books showed up at my door. The same thing when I expressed an interest in Fiona McIntosh to Voyager Australia.

But it’s not just my own publishers anymore. I mentioned to the guys at Dynamite Comics how I loved Red Sonja as a kid, and received a huge box of Sonja comics in the mail the very next day. I sent a jealous tweet to a blogger I know who was reading an advance copy of The Mystery Knight, the George RR Martin novella in the upcoming Warriors anthology, and minutes later Dot Lin at Tor offers to send me one, too. A few days ago, I write a review about how much I liked Joe Abercrombie’s The Blade Itself and am planning to buy the next book pronto, and the next thing I know I hear from Mr. Abercrombie himself, telling me Named Men don’t pay for books. Two days later, this arrives from his US publisher:

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I swear, I am in Nerd Heaven.

Also arriving this week, 2,000 Warded Bookplates from the printers!

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Last but certainly not least, yesterday came the long-awaited US Mass Market Paperback (MMPB) editions of The Warded Man, which will be on sale March 23! I can’t tell you how great it is to finally hold one of these babies, with its UK classic cover:

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It’s interesting how the differences between US and UK paperbacks seem to stand out all the more when they have the same cover. The UK cover has embossed text and a mostly non-reflective matte finish, while the US cover is flat and coated in a shiner satin. At 544 pages, the UK edition is much longer than the sleek 459 page US edition, which includes a short excerpt from The Desert Spear. The font sizes seem about the same, but the US edition minimizes the space between section breaks and halves the side margins, a thrifty but efficient technique to reduce page count. I think the UK edition has more presence in some ways, but it is impossible to put in the back pocket of my jeans. I’ve tried. The US MMPB slips in like it was meant to be there. Bravo.

You’ll also notice that on the UK edition, my name is more prominent than the title, whereas in the US, the reverse is true:

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Just a pic to show the difference in thickness between the editions:

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Posted on February 25, 2010 at 6:50 pm by PeatB
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Book Review: The Blade Itself

the-blade-itselfBias disclosure:

I have no relationship with Joe Abercrombie or his publisher. Never met the guy and haven’t read any of his other work. I picked up this book in part on the recommendations of friends, but partly because Abercrombie is, in the vernacular of The Blade Itself, a Named Man. Online, his name is often invoked in sentences like, “I like Brett, but not as much as Abercrombie.” I don’t deny that such comparisons raise in me… let’s call it a competitive curiosity.

But at the end of the day, I decided to read the book because I hoped it would be good. My free time is too precious to me for me to read a novel for any other reason. I was careful to “go in cold” with this book, not having read any reviews or even the synopsis on the book jacket. I admit to reading with a predatory eye, but let’s face it, that’s how I read everything.


Review:

Say one thing for Joe Abercrombie, and one thing only, say Joe Abercrombie knows character.

Abercrombie is said to be at the forefront of the new generation of “gritty” fantasy authors. This is something of a blessing and a curse, because for every author in this category with a tactile quality to their storytelling style that puts you right in the grit of things, there are five authors that just define “gritty” as having amoral main characters who say “fuck” a lot and oft engage in excessive plotless violence described in bloody detail.

With The Blade Itself, Abercrombie places himself firmly in the former camp, while still using all the tropes in the latter. He puts you in the heads of multiple POV characters, making each a unique and compelling experience, told in short bursts of perspective. Abercrombie pulls the curtain back fully, giving his readers an all-access pass into the bodies and minds of his protagonists, unapologetically exposing their most private thoughts and feelings, even when they paint his heroes in an unfavorable light.

But the trick is making the reader care about those selfish characters, something most “gritty” authors forget (if they ever understood it in the first place). It’s not every author that can make you feel more sympathy for the torturer than the tortured. That’s a gift, and Abercrombie clearly has it.

But with this strength come a few weaknesses. With an average chapter length of 11 or so pages, and a new POV and location shift with every chapter, the book often felt speedbumped, brought to a halt every few minutes as the reader has to shake off, say, Sand dan Glokta, and don Logen Ninefingers, two characters who couldn’t be more different.

This storytelling style, while powerful and heady, also gives the reader frequent breaking points to get up and go to the bathroom. Or for a snack, or to check on the baby. Or check your e-mail. Or go on twitter…

You get the idea. I found it very… putdownable. A book with less speedbumps is more likely to keep those of us with hectic multi-tasking lives reading for long periods of time, or late into the night. On the other hand, it makes the book great for traveling, where you frequently need to start and stop.

The other complaint I had was that while the characterization was stellar, I had no idea what the plot was. The book is obviously the first in a series, because the overall story is lost in the moment to moment events in the lives of the characters, each with their own very small piece to a very large puzzle. Hundreds of pages into the book I found myself wondering just what the book was about, even though I was enjoying it quite a bit. Right up to the end, I was kind of blasé about it, because I didn’t expect an ending with any satisfying sense of plot closure. And in that regard, I was kind of right. There are a lot of loose ends at the end of the story.

But that’s not to say the ending wasn’t awesome. Because it really, really was. While not every POV character had a smooth arc showing closure and growth by the last page, enough of them did to close the book with a bang .

Reading The Blade Itself was like having tapas for dinner. “Tapas” is a fancy Spanish word for appetizers, and while I don’t know what it’s like in Spain, in New York City there are designer restaurants that serve only tapas, which are usually prepared by a master chef and are friggin’ delicious. Your table is filled with a wide selection of choices, gobbled up with quick, delectable bites, savored for a moment and then gone the next, replaced with something equally delightful, all washed down with a dizzying sangria.

For the uninitiated, this can be a confusing meal. Those used to an appetizer followed by a plate of meat, starch and vegetable, and capped at the end with a chocolate treat can have trouble portioning their tapas dinner. Eat too few, and one feels satisfied briefly, and is then hungry again in an hour (and likely drunker than they should be). Too many, and you risk “the bite of regret”, which takes an increasing toll as the years go by.

But do it just right, and it’s a fully satisfying meal, even though there’s usually one dish you regret not having more of. Abercrombie does that with The Blade Itself, and I will be buying the next book presently, and likely bumping it to the top of my reading pile.

But Joe, would it kill you to give us a map?

In the linked article on his blog, Abercrombie makes a case against the knee-jerk inclusion of maps with fantasy books. I see his point, but will admit that I was totally confused at the halfway point of The Blade Itself without one, and ended up googling fan maps just to get the general sense of direction that most of the book’s protagonists already had. That’s how I found the post on his blog.

I can understand the concern that a map in front might lessen the impact of the early prose before the reader was ready for that metadata, but the problem could easily have been solved by inserting a B&W map into the text at the proper point. Books have been doing that forever. Of course, this is something that the author, especially a new one, seldom has any influence over, so I’m not pointing any fingers.

Posted on February 21, 2010 at 1:32 pm by PeatB
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A Note on Book Reviews

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I don’t review many books on the Peephole these days. Part of that is a kind of professional awkwardness. When I was blogging in obscurity, I could say whatever I wanted about a book. Say it fucking sucked, speak ill of the author’s mother, whatever. Alternately, I could gush about how awesome it was like a giddy fanboy who just saw his first booby. Who cared? It’s not like anyone was reading, and so what if they did? I was nobody.

But now, for better or worse, I have a presence in the fantasy community. Not only are any reviews I write likely to be read, but there’s also a damn good chance that I will eventually meet up with the author at some convention or other, and if I publicly bad-mouth them, the universe will compensate by putting them next to me at a convention panel, or having to share a table in the bar afterward. And odds are, someone would bring up that thing I said about their mother. Who needs all that drama? Better to just have good manners.

In addition to that, I now have a much greater appreciation for how hard it is to write a book. Even a mediocre book requires a lot of work. I feel more sympathetic towards books and authors even when I don’t enjoy them, and am less likely to just coldly trash something.

Experience has given me higher standards about what a good review should be, as well. It should speak of the book and storytelling style, but not give spoilers or in any way repeat the plot. It should offer praise when due, and critique flaws with a cold contructiveness. The reviewer needs to be able to separate the author from the work, and not make assumptions about one from the other. In short, a good review is really hard to write, and I have paying gigs for my writing energies.

But sometimes I wanna do it anyway.

At any given time I have one active book I carry everywhere, and a couple in the bathroom or scattered around the house that I am chipping away at. I used to read 50-60 pages a day on the subway, but that stopped when I started to use the F train as my writer’s retreat, and I don’t have that long commute anymore anyway. Same goes for lunchtime. I used to read a lot in my spare time after work and on weekends, but I work from home and have an 18 month old baby now. WTF is spare time? I barely remember. I used to read when I was sick…

Okay, I still do that. And I had a cold a couple of weeks ago and spent two days in bed. I read about 20 Red Sonja comics and started The Blade Itself, by Joe Abercrombie. It took me 3 weeks or so to finish it, which I did about five minutes ago.

I’ll post my review tomorrow.

Posted on February 20, 2010 at 6:41 pm by PeatB
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Makin’ a Mess

Posted on February 19, 2010 at 9:59 pm by PeatB
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Fun Pictures

A couple of fun pictures have filtered in over the last week or so. Iris in Germany sent in two early submissions to try and win one of the Voyager Desert Spear ARCs, whenever I receive them:

This week is “Fasching” in Germany. It’s Carneval. And during the next week i don’t have to go to school. Which means today was pretty funny, because everybody was celebrating the Carneval in school. And was really drunk. Drunken pupils which try to pay attention. You don’t want to see this. Believe me!

Not everybody in a costume, but even I had a tiny one. And when I was at home, happy to be free from school for a whole week, I got some company while reading you’re book.

It was kind of scary…

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Well, on Saturday I went together with my family to a party. It has a motto, so we had to dress up. Crooks and villains. Al Capone and so on. I, my sister and my mom dressed up as prisoners. Black and white. But not only in stripes 😀 Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is, that I forced them to take a picture with me and a certain book.

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French Jess also sent in a picture, this one of a creepy tree that reminded her of a wood demon. I see what she means. I would check the wards three times before dusk if this monster were outside my bedroom window:

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Lastly, Kim Kincaid confessed recently to reading The Warded Man as a library book, but told me that she had asked her daughter for a copy this Valentine’s Day, which was also Kim’s birthday (Happy birthday, Kim!). Sadly, the book did not arrive in time, so Kim’s daughter wrapped a book in this fake cover to tide her mother over:

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Posted on February 19, 2010 at 5:57 pm by PeatB
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